Paige knew she had hit the right chord at the right time, when she saw the face of her kidnapper change. From blank to some sort of emotion that atleast gave her hope.
Hope that he would fall in her trap.
A trap that she has been weaving for weeks now. A trap that required her to stay quit and submissive to the people who snatched everything away from her.
She knew , despite the unknown feeling between her and her kidnapper that if she needs to get out of this place, she has to be friends with him.
The guy she hated the most.
She knew that, this would make no difference between her and her kidnapper's, but the deception was required in order for her to run from the hell.
But suddenly looking at her kidnapper's eyes, she was certainly questioning her plan.
He looked at her as if , she was all the mattered. As if, he was not what he was showing her.
